Two of her little pictures grace my walls:
Suprematism in a special sense,
With all the usual bits and pieces flying
Through space, but carrying a pastel-tinged
“Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers were sexy, but only with their feet, like butterflies.” – Clive James
New voices join old friends in our selection of the best poems published in the New Statesman over the past 12 months.
After such a hellish catastrophe,
what happens to the angels?
Do they tumble down thrones
and dominions like bankers
Poetry Notebook is primarily a defence of apprenticeship and craft in pursuit of the elixir of memorability.
When she came for me
through the ford, came for me
through running water
Politicians, both here and across the pond, have written a surprising amount of poetry over the years. Here are some of the best (or worst) bits.